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[Which is exactly what that blow to the stomach does. And rather effectively, at that. Wind knocked out of him, Remus lands hard on his back with an undignified yelp, head slamming hard against the grass. For a moment, he's simply staring incredulously at the sky, wondering vaguely if clouds ever have to put up with this nonsense from their friends. When he finally decides that no, of course they don't, he coughs and carefully pushes himself to his feet again.

There's a bit of a stumble before he rights himself again.]

Could you possibly show me how it's done before knocking me off my bloody feet?